Misjudged

Han Moze squinted, then swept evil glances at the two shadow guards. "Wuying, Wuzhong, I want to hear the sound of shrieking, not crying! If I hear that woman cry again, the two of you are ordered to cut off both your arms!" He said in a chilling voice.

Wuying and Wuzhong trembled all over and their face turned pale in fear. They didn't dare go easy on her anymore, and forcefully pulled on the rope, which abruptly tightened the wooden planks between Concubine Hui's slender fingers.

"Ah!" Concubine Hui hadn't snapped out of the shock from Han Moze's orders, when she let out a blood-curdling shriek.

The sound of the crushed bones in both her hands echoed clearly all around them in waves.

It hurts! It was truly a heart-wrenching pain!

Concubine Hui's little face instantly turned tragically pale. Thereafter, all they could hear were shrieks, as she had no strength left to cry.